Who is this gorgeous sexy young woman? Of course we all know who it is but probably never like this. She is so beautiful! My only memories of gma Martgraf are when she was older, sterner. Is sterner a word? I think this is my all time favorite picture of grandma Martgraf. Oh gosh, is it with a T or a K? Why can I never remember that!? Doesn't matter right now, just love this picture! If anyone wants a copy I'll print it off and send it to you, just send me either an email or a comment in this blog. I think you can comment without being a signed up member in this beta version of blogger because I have it on public so that you can read it, I'm thinking you can comment too. Mom, do you know about when this was taken? Could that be daddy's truck? Oh, or is that a car?
So, back to the boring stuff...Here we are mid week already! I feel like I haven't slept in a week. I was awakened in the wee hours of this morning by the familiar sounds of Rocky playing with something. I hear him running around, jumping, going under furniture, his claws in the carpet and every once in a while a soft sound of something hitting the wall. Oh, he's having a ball. I know the sound very well. It happens frequently and I know exactly what is going on. I listen hoping that I'm wrong and trying very hard to talk myself into not getting up. If I wait 5 minutes maybe it will go away and I can just go back to sleep. But no, what if it gets away? What if in it's hopeless efforts of fleeing for it's life it runs up onto the bed, and Rocky right after it? What would that be like? I shudder to think. So I get up, turn on the light and scan the room for the whereabouts of this little creature that has probably found what it thinks is a nice safe place under all my stacks or under the dresser. Last night I was lucky, unfortunately for the mouse, he was not but he was in plain view for a change. It was dead and all the play was, I suppose, to try and make it run. Why do cats continue to play with their catch when it's obviously dead? It's also obvious they, cats, have never heard the rule "don't play with your food." So, all I needed was a few tissues to pick it up, put it in a plastic bag, tell Rocky, no thanks I never snack after 2 a.m. and put it in the trash since there is no way I'm hiking out to the trash at 4 a.m. What a good kitty always trying to keep me fed.
Well it's another day gone by and I sure wish I could get my act together on these booties. I have one pair of booties left, well 1 and a half. I was trimming off the excess thread of one last night and accidentally snipped one of the binding threads and had to pick it all out. I was so upset that I hardly picked it up today. Actually I didn't. This is a love hate situation with these blasted booties. I got a call from the St. Joseph's Hospital in Georgia today asking me for my tax ID number. I suggested she use my ss# since I don't have one. I wonder if I should go through the hassle again of getting a business license. I suppose it would be advisable if we start to sell Robyn's monsters and my booties. Not that it would register on the Richter scale of income earned but when it comes to taxes, it scares me. Perhaps I'll do it, just to play it safe.
The Navarro's are going to Ojai this weekend to a Renaissance Fair. I had thought it might be cancelled in light of the fire that is raging there but evidently it's still on. It's a fund raiser for Tarah's Madrigals. So far they have never netted much more than about 98 cents per child but it's good experience for them singing in public, especially the newbies. They have to sing for their money, if people want to donate they drop a few cents into a hat or boot or something and it's to be split between the kids and put into their accounts. They actually spend the night there, Friday and Saturday nights. I guess it would be great fun for the kids, everyone is in period costume. Robyn makes the costumes for herself, and the two Joeys. Tarah has a costume that comes with being a Madrigal. Hopefully this year they will give her a costume that fits, after all, she has a little seniority now.
Friday afternoon Rob and I are going to Lompoc, which I completely forgot about, to watch a football game that night. Robyn and Joey Jr. will be selling pizza's for the Madrigals, big Joe will be on his way to Ojai with the Madrigals since he is a chaperon. He is the only chaperon that the kids actually listen to. Robyn and big Joey will be doing that, pushing pizzas all football season. Robyn and Lt. Joey will go down to Ojai Saturday. So anyway, it should be fun for us but I'm not sure if I will go. I'd like to but I'm so darn tired. We'll see, if I can get a good nights sleep, at least 4 hours I should be sort of okay :)
I'm looking at the time now and thinking what am I still doing up!? If only I could be like normal people and go to bed early. Well, I can go to bed early but I don't sleep. I start getting angry just laying there wishing and hoping I'll fall asleep. It actually is worse like that because I tend to go into my panic attack mode and then there is no way on earth I could sleep. So the best thing is what I'm doing now. Just staying up until I get that odd feeling and then I know I can go to bed and get at least a few hours of sleep. I really fear sometimes that it's taking a huge toll on my body, how can it ever rest? I suppose sleeping pills would be in order but I'm just to afraid of them. I'm one of those people who when that feeling of going to sleep ebbs over my body I freak out and think that if I let myself go to sleep I'll never wake up. Then I fight sleep all night long. Mind you I did try some awhile back that weren't bad so maybe I could try them again and see if I can trick my body into thinking it's normal :) Or maybe I should say my trick my mind. At any rate I think I'll get off and put my booties in a place where I will see them as soon as I wake up so I can finish them off. So...goodnight... oh, please pardon all typo's and grammatical errors.
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